User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20151226150631

Idunn went in the direction of the armory. He went down a ladder, and was in a room full of weapons of all sorts of shapes and sizes. He went to a place with an empty spot that was full of axes. He was about to place it down when a pretty good-sized bankvole pushed in front of him.

"Excuse me, but I was there first!" he proclaimed.

"Yeah, and there's many other shelves for axes over there. Why don't ya shove off an' put yer axe o're yonder?" This vole was a particularly nasty one.

"I beg your pardon, but this axe is made of silver steel, and it once belonged to -" he was interrupted.

"Yeah, yeah, an' look around, young'un, there's a dozen jus' like it. We all got our liddle sob stories, an' I suppose yew got yers. But ya know what? This ain't about yew, it's about them an' the way theyre gerna make it. I know yer kind, sable, an' no matter 'ow many times yew tell me yer good an' ne'er would hurt anybeast, jus' remember, that's the same thing Cluny said. Yew won't git through me."